Princess Butterscotch

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 8

The butter yellow stallion, sits across the stoic red pony. Their attention focused on the piles of paper across them, as the abacus clacked in tune with the shuffling of papers.

"Let's see," Butterscotch bit his lip as he listed down the final sum, "and with that...you owe this much for taxes."

Big Mac sighed in relief from the numbers presented on the paper. Butterscotch piles the documents into a folder, turning his sights to the red stallion, "Just get these copied, and sent to town hall tomorrow...and you'll be fine."

"Thanks Scotch," Mac sighed, noting down the various tax forms and receipts, "Don't know if ah could have done this with out ya."

"It's no problem Mac," Butterscotch yawned, stretching his arms.

"Well don't get to comfortable," A bulky stallion said, walking up to the table with a stack of his own, "I still need you to get my taxes done as well."

"No problem Bulky," Butterscotch yawned, rubbing his eyes, "Just keep that coffee coming."

"Will do," Bulky saluted, dropping the papers in front of the stallion and heading back to his kitchen.

"Ya know," Big Mac began, stacking his own documents together, "If prostituting falls out...ya could always be an accountant."

"Please," Butterscotch waved off the comment, "I'd have to go school for that."

"But didn't you drop out," Bulky asked, a steaming cup in hand.

"Dropping out implied I went to one," The butter yellow stallion said, jotting down accounts and matching statements.

"Oh...I gotcha," Bulky said, knowing full well what those words meant.

The red stallion raises an eyebrow, "Didn't ya go ta school when ya was in the orphanage."

"He would have...if he was in some other town," Bulky said, letting the other pegasus continue with the paperwork, "Cloudsdales...still a bit militaristic."

The white stallion sat down between the two, "We had to learn from the teachers in the orphanage...and when you reached sixteen."

"You gotta go," Butterscotch said, looking up from the list of number, "A pegasus is considered an adult at that age...dam Hurricane clans to blame."

"Hurr-," Mac was cut off, by the muscled ponies shaking head.

"It's a Cloudsalian thing," Bulky said, glaring out the window, "bunch of tribalistic assholes...not something you want to get caught up in."

"Aye," Butterscotch chipped in, playing with the abacus, "guys like me and Bulk are shunned."

"You," Mac chuckled, smiling at the smaller stallion, "the most dependable stallion I've ever met...shunned."

Silence descended the three, Butterscotch takes a sip from his mug, and Bulky continued to stare out at the brewing storm.

"Can't be helped," Butterscotch sighed, flipping through the papers, "with Bulky's wings and my feminine self...both of us never had a chance in that place."

Big Mac stared at the two saddened ponies, "Dam...this is depressing."

"Blame the weather," Bulky said, standing up and heading back to the kitchen, "I'll get us some Jack."

"Bring the whole bottle," Butterscotch shouted after the pony, "I'm going to need it...after this."

He went back to work listing the pegasus's tax deductibles, as Mac looked on with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Ah don't get it," Mac slurred, looking at the the downed white pegasus and the other one chugging his own bottle of high proof cider, "how can ya just drink thaat without..."

He turns and vomits into a carefully placed trash can, Butterscotch simply drinking the bottle away. He draws another shot for the red pony, as he continued to drink his own.

Thunder boomed overhead, Big Mac quickly joining the white pegasus in a drunken dream.

The pink maned pegasus slams the bottle on the table, as red covered his cheeks.

"You know...if you've ever had dragon fire...then this would be nothing," he said staring at the passed out pair and laughed, "but I'm glad you guys never will...don't think you could handle waking up next to a heater."

He continues to laugh at the unconscious duo, stealing their bottle of hard cider.

"More for me," he grinned, washing away years of repressed memories.

The bottles empty, Butterscotch stands helping Mac onto the couch and the other into his bed. He makes his way to the door, as the rain started falling from the darkened clouds.

Closing the door behind him, he stands on the street looking up into the sky. A smile crested his muzzle as water pelted him.

Moving forward, the rain was starting to fall harder on the butter yellow pony, but he continued to smile under stinging sensation.

"When I said I'd join you," the grey mare turns her head towards the other two occupants, "I never said about joining them."

Vinyl chuckled at her friends embarrassment, "Relax Octi...you've already seen us naked."

"Don't remind me Vinyl," Octavia groaned, keeping herself from facing the stallion, "I can't believe you tricked me in joining you three in the shower."

The white mare hugs Octavia, her perky bosoms stabbing away at her back, "He's not so bad...besides would you have let him catch a cold?"

Octavia bit her lip, knowing how drenched the stallion was when he came home, "Still...you didn't have to drag me in with you."

"And what fun would that be," Vinyl pouted, squeezing the grey mare's bountiful bosom, "Bathings always fun with more ponies...and griffin."

"What ever you say Vinyl," Octavia grumbled, looking around at the large shower room, "Still can't believe we can all fit in here."

"Tell me about it," Vinyl said, lathering her body with sweet scented soap, "we had sex in here and none of us ended up against the wall."

Octavia face-plamed and turned to her carefree friend, "That's on a need to know Vinyl."

The grey mare takes a quick peek at the the stallion and griffin. Their hands lathering one another from the hard to reach, too the more private affair. Octavia blushes, biting her lip at the casual contact of the two.

The white mare smirks, she leans in whispering into her friends ear, "you can join them...when you want too."

Vinyl turns and joins the duo, forming a sandwich between the apex predatory and stallion.

Octavia watches her long time friend stimulate someone that she's only known for a few days. Looking away she grabs the vanilla scented soap.

The white mare pouts, seeing her friend seclude herself. She whispers something to the stallion and griffin. The griffin nods, letting the stallion go.

Butterscotch looks between the two, each motioning for him to go to the grey mare. He sighs and slowly makes his way.

"Need some help," he asked.

Octavia jumps and turns slightly to see the stallion. She quickly turns away, her gaze at the wall, "N-no t-thanks."

Butterscotch was about to turn away, but a white hand pushes him forward. He lands on the grey mare, as his arms wrapped around her for stability. His member brushing against her rear.

Octavia drops her soap, shivering from the sudden embrace. She leans into his lean frame, a firm hand cupping her breast and a muscled arm around her waste. The two stood frozen, Vinyl's voice being overheard from their rising heart beats, "See...he's not so bad."

Octavia closes her eyes, a blush forming on her muzzle. Butterscotch let's go of the mare attempting to apologized, but was silenced from the mare's hand holding onto his.

"Um...please don't go," She whispers a tear falling unto his arm. Butterscotch stops and observes the quivering mare. With a slight nod his arms wrap around her waist.

A blue aura engulfs the fallen soap, floating it towards the two. The griffin and unicorn join in, their hands scrubbing and lathering their bodies.

The blue aura forms around the facet and with a flip, the shower rained warm water on the group. Butterscotch smiled from the feeling of falling water, increasing his embrace on the black maned mare.

Octavia smiles from the embrace, while Gilda nuzzles the side of the stallion's cheek. Vinyl whispers a thanks to the butter yellow pony, hugging her friend and him as water washed over them.

Thunder continued to boom overhead as the storm reached it's peak. The animals in the cottage snuggled together in their little borrows. Octavia resting atop the stallion, her head between his chiseled chest.

"A-are you sure you don't mind," She asked looking between her friend and the sleeping stallion.

"Relax will you," Gilda mumbled, draping a wing over her companions, "He already said he doesn't mind...and I don't mind sharing."

Gilda nuzzles the back of the grey mare's head, and slowly resting her head on the feathery pillow.

"She's right," Vinyl whispered, smirking at her friend. She squeezes the stallions arm between her bosom, "just get some sleep Octi."

"Okay," Octavia mumbled, closing her eyes from the warmth and comfort of her companions.

"Finally!" Angel yelled, snuggling into his own basket of velvety furred bunnies, and grumbles, "At least they're not going at it tonight."

Butterscotch stands out in the rising storm, waves hitting the sides of the floating city. It's once mirror like buildings hidden, by the darkened clouds.

Out of the corners of his eyes he notices the melding and changing of scenery. He sighs knowing that he was in the land of dreams, "You can come out now...Cordelia."

The the rain stops as if time stood still. They come together, forming an Alicorn of crystal blue. Her green mane wafting like kelp in the sea current. She smiles upon seeing the stallion, "It's been a long time...Scotch."

Her siren like voice sent shivers down his spin. The mare's horn glows a ruby red as the scene around him changes.

What was once them standing atop a balcony in a raging storm, overseeing the floating city, now turned to a dwelling fit for a royal. Curtains of untold riches adorned the room, as ancient vases and statues stood atop pedestals away from the crystal blue water filling the room.

Butterscotch lays atop a large pink mound, within the pool of water, floating from the gently currents created from the waterfalls.

The mare's form changes, her legs meld together to form a large fish tale. Her large wings now a dorsal fin on her mighty back.

Cordelia lays next to the stallion atop the jelly like bed, her tail swishing in the water as her massive bosoms were held back by a thin piece of cloth.

"You don't seem surprised," She said, trailing her finger along the stallions chest, "I thought you'd be happy to be in my private chambers...again."

She kisses Butterscotch on the cheek, while her hands cradled his jewels. The stallion sighs staring into her ruby red eyes, gently caressing the bottom of her muzzle, "What is it that you want Cordelia?"

"Oh...nothing much," she giggles, kissing him on the lips, "just wanted to see my old friend...and champion."

She inserts her tongue into his mouth, nearly choking him from the size alone, yet the stallion relishes in the kiss. He gently pinches the cloth covering her bountiful chest, and rips it off.

She groans as he squeezes each teat, letting go she lets out a wail as the water grew warm around the two. Butterscotch gasped for air staring at the giggling mare, "I hope this meeting isn't about having sex."

"Ah," Cordelia pouts, pulling him into her chest. She whispers into his ear, "you know how many stallions and even mare's want to rut me...and yet you act like it's nothing."

She pushes him back, to stare into his teal eyes, licking her lips at seeing the stallion's full form, "My offer is still up for grabs."

The stallion smiles, shaking his head, "Like I told you before...it won't work out."

He moves pulling the mare in, his tongue dominating over hers. Breaking the kiss he smirks, "But if you want...I'm free for a good rutting."

The mare blushes and nuzzles the pony, "You always know how make a girl happy...I just wished you'd stay."

Butterscotch hugs the mare, "you and I both know...that I couldn't survive at those depths."

"I know," She whispers a tear dropping on the soft pink mound, "You have no idea how many heart broken mares you've left."

"Yeah," the stallion sighs, playing with the mare's mane, "So...Cordelia...what's wrong?"

Butterscotch noticed the mare's head whip towards the ceiling, her grip threatening to break his astral bones.

"She's coming," Cordelia said turning towards the stallion and smiling, "Looks like this it for now...I hope to see you again Scotch." She kisses the stallion as her horn glowed.

Butterscotch blinks and finds himself within his home. Angel was floating in the air, running in an imaginary wheel. While birds puked out a tea set, a bear squeezes a bee hive and pastries littered the table.

"That was weird," Butterscotch mumbled, leaning into his chair waiting for the dream to end, "I'll need to talk to Angel about this...I hope she doesn't do something stupid."

Awakening from his slumber, Butterscotch stares into the purple eyes of the grey mare.

"Morning," He yawned, kissing her on the forehead, "What time is it?"

"Six in the morning," Vinyl grumbled, giving her own morning peck and patting the blushing mare.

"I see," He yawned again, feeling the griffin's beak rubbing against his head, "Can you girls let me up?"

"Sure," Gilda yawned, turning and planting her paws on the cold wooden floor, "I'll be hitting the restroom first."

"Go ahead," Butterscotch said, turning his gaze to the mare on his chest, "can you please get off."

Octavia nods, slipping into the arms of her waiting friend. With a grunt, he follows the griffin out the door as the two mare's cuddled in the early morning hour.

"You know...you could lock the door," Butterscotch said, grabbing his toothbrush and paste.

"What would be the point," Gilda yawned from her perch on the porcelain throne, "we've done it so many times...we might as well be a herd."

"Riight," the stallion mumbles, inserting the toothbrush in his mouth.

Gilda smirks spotting the bulge in his sweat pants. Her tail sneaks towards the pony, wrapping around his free hand in the tiny upstairs restroom.

Butterscotch glances at the griffin, and rolls his eyes. He spits into the sink, and continues brushing his teeth, moving towards the dreamy eyed griffin.

Standing in front of the smiling griffin, Gilda pulls down his pants, licking her beak at his exposed member. She stares into his eyes, "Not many guys would trust a griffin with a blow job...thanks."

Gilda moves forward, her tongue drawing circles around the enlarged tip. Her beak gently scraping his flesh. The stallion shivers from the razor sharp touch.

Gilda pulls him in, her throat gently massaging him. Bobbing her head, she scrapes against him. Her meat tearing mouth, gently rubbing against his fleshy member.

"Mhmm," The stallion hums, smiling from the griffin's foreplay. He taps her shoulder signaling the upcoming release.

Gilda releases the stallion from her mighty jaws. Wrapping her reptile like hands around him, she begins pumping. Her jaws wide open for the upcoming treat.

With a grunt, the stallion covers the she beast in a mask of white cream. He stares into her golden eyes trails of gooey liquid trailing down the edges, "never going to understand why like it so much."

He watches as the griffin wipes her face with her hand, gathering the warm sticky liquid. She begins licking the hand, as if covered by honey. She stops and stares at the pony, "I don't get it either...but you taste so good."

"Really," he asked, pausing from his brushing, "how so?"

"I can't put my claw on it," Gilda licks her hand, enjoying his flavor, "it's just...you taste like blackberries...and its just not me."

Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, waiting for the griffin to continue, "Vinyl even says you taste like caramel Apples..."

Gilda finishes the load and stares into his eyes, "All the guys I've ever been with they don't...can't compare to you."

"I get that a lot," the stallion said, turning towards the sink. He rinses his mouth, then stares into the mirror.

Gilda ended her stay on the throne, wiping down wet slit as she begins to rise. A yellow hand stops her from lifting her cotton grey shorts. She stares at the smiling stallion and notices his raised member.

The griffin abandons her attempt at covering her nether, and moves towards the sink. Butterscotch nuzzles the sides of her neck, placing his hands on her waist, locking the half cat against the sink. With Gilda's raptor like hands guided him inside.

With one solid push the griffin moans from the sudden impact. Butterscotch falls into a rhythm with her panting, and the sounds of slapping flesh echoed in the tiny room.

One final push and one final gasp, fluids sprayed onto one another. His crotch wet from her warm fluids and her insides warmed by his.

The stallion wraps his arms around griffin, cradling her head on his shoulder.

"You know," he whispers, moving a hand to her abdomen, "There is a way."

He lets go as the griffin stared wide eyed at the pony. He slowly moves back and with a pop, his seed begins to drip down her grey furred leg. Grabbing a couple of towels he hands one to Gilda and wipes himself down with the other.

Dry, he leaves the room and heads for the kitchen, leaving a griffin to ponder his proposal.

"I haven't even had breakfast yet and your rutting like there's no tomorrow," Angel grumbled, while digging into his breakfast.

The stallion didn't answer the white bunny, and the sounds of chopping could be heard in the silence that followed.

"Cordelia came into my dreams last night," Butterscotch said, pausing in his endeavor to make breakfast for his many guest,

The bunny spat out the carrot he was eating, turning to the yellow pegasus, "Cordelia...here?!"

"I don't know about her being here...yet," the stallion said, returning to is prepping, "but if she can contact me in my dreams...then she's close."

"Damn," Angel sighed, looking outside at the coming morning, "First Vera...now Cordelia."

Angel turns to his owner, his eyes flashing red for just a sliver of a second, "what are we going to do?"

Butterscotch stops and turns to the Bunny, "Contact the brothers...with winter coming the birds will be stuck in the south."

"Gotcha," Angel saluted, grabbing a carrot and heading down one of the many tunnels.

The stallion looks out the window and sighs, "I wonder if they'll ever figure out it was luck that got me this far."

Watching the animals leave their homes after a storm brought a smile to his face. Hearing the sound of hooves descending the stairs, he continues making breakfast. The coming storm of events, pushed back into his mind.